BEGINNINGS
How mystery-simple
to produce
(if not to tend)
a Man.

Then
One moment
for variegated dreams
to start what they
began:

That moment
not first breath or cry
but touch (or lack)
of love-warm vision
to beginning span.

THE BUTTERFLY
As you turned
From the place of blessing
You were as a chrysalis
Unwrapped;
Momentarily static
But radiantly new:

Your wings still folded,
Colors yet to be revealed -
Poised
Toward
Coming momentum
But stunned
By freshness of view. We venture forth...